Rained all night. We’re dry. Warm coffee. And another fire by Charles.
Today we’ll discover why it’s called the Haliburton Highlands. Our first fifteen kilometres is down into Bancroft. The skies are threatening. I decide to make grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches on the sourdough I’ve been carrying around. Again we find a terrific cafe and all is right in the world.
We’ve already determined that we’re not going to make our destination and are looking at lodging in Haliburton. A good choice as this is what we’re about to tackle:
One climb at a time and we’re close to Haliburton.
We ended up at the Lakeside motel for the night and again: clean, nice people, the use of barbeques and a balcony on which to unwind.